Milante didn't want the false defeat to pay too heavy a price, shouting:"Ailian! You and I will charge back, block their montum."
Personal Guard Captain was terrified and the color of his face changed, he hurriedly said:"King, no, our task was to be defeated.
If it really can't be done, let go! Why do you have to risk it yourself!"
"Don't underestimate the Dread Emperor, if I don't go back and charge, it will make him suspicious!"
Milante never dared to underestimate the Dread Emperor,"Follow !"
He shouted loudly, led the cavalry to reverse the flow and charge back.
The Dread Emperor in the distance saw this scene and let out a cold laugh, this mouse is still so reckless.
Even at tis like this, he doesn't give up.
"Beat the drums!"
The Dread Emperor shouted, he wanted to completely crush Milante!!
In the distance, the sound of drums was earth-shaking, at close range, only the roar of the war slave soldiers echoed in Milante's ears.
He was clad in heavy armor, wielding a sword with both hands, charging left and right.
Milante was not killing randomly, but aiming for the war slave soldiers of those positions.
"Milante is here, anyone who wants my head, co on!"
He shouted loudly, leading the cavalry through the crowd, managing to create a tough stance of freedom of movent.
War Slave Leader Dak couldn't tolerate his arrogance, drew a bow and arrow, aid at the crowded Milante, and shot three consecutive arrows.
The whistling sound of arrows was drowned out by the shouting, the three arrows landed in the sa spot, the first two fell off, the last one broke through armor and pierced flesh.
Milante's face did not change as he chopped off the arrow shaft, shouting:"Retreat!"
"Milante!"
Ailian looked full of worry.
Milante glared at him, whispered:"Don't make a scene, quick retreat!"
...
After briefly hindering the progress of the war slave soldiers, Milante broke out of the encirclent again, and finally retreated into land Canyon.
Dak was unwilling to miss such a good opportunity, personally led the war slave soldiers into the canyon.
Troops flooded in continuously.
The Dread Emperor watched this scene with a smile on his face.
But this excitent turned sowhat heavy after a while.
He watched the war slave soldiers continuously entering the canyon, feeling that sothing was wrong.
"Temporarily retreat the troops."
The Dread Emperor didn't want to suffer a loss at the last mont.
The horn of retreat sounded on his side, and then a large number of boulders suddenly flew up from both sides of the canyon.
Thud, thud, thud, the boulders fell at the entrance of the canyon, blocking the path inside.
Shortly thereafter ca dense rockets visible even in daylight.
"Ah!"
Heart-wrenching wails drifted from afar.
The Dread Emperor was full of anger, he knew he was once again being played by Milante.
That damned mouse actually used himself as bait!
Thud, thud, thud, a burst of intense drumming resonated, Milante's army charged down from both sides of the canyon.
Among the fluttering flags included Seven Nations' Flags.
From hunter to being hunted, in this mindset transformation, many war slave soldiers were caught off guard, overwheld by the United Nations forces.
"Damn it!"
It was only at this mont that the Dread Emperor realized he had been thoroughly played.
Despite his anger, he wasn't particularly afraid, instead his expression turned colder,"Just as they are here, let's settle this all together.
Command Shaman to suppress the left, Guda to suppress the right, Osman to attack from the center against Milante Kingdom's army."
After issuing the order, the Kusha Cavalry followed his instructions and began the assault.
The troops were orderly, but the Dread Emperor always felt sothing was missing, furrowing his brows, he noticed the troops lacked killing intent!
All these years of fierce battles, tough battles, were fought with war slave soldiers.
The Kusha Cavalry, having long been mired in decadence, beca re appearances, losing their initial sharpness.
anwhile, the people of the Seven Nations were all embracing the idea of achieving or dying trying.
As the forces collided, the Dread Emperor could see the Kusha army retreating step by step, completely devoid of their world-conquering stance.
Gnashing his teeth, the Dread Emperor shouted:"A bunch of trash! Trash! Luckily, I was prepared, order the War Demon Squad to deploy!"
The War Demon Squad was the most powerful army crafted by him.
The Dread Emperor subdued the monsters appearing on the continent, feeding them with humans to form unmatched cavalry.
However, this cavalry's importance was not in the cavalry itself.
Let Kusha's people sit up there, the only purpose is to control the monsters' direction of advance, and then, in an ergency, serve as backup rations.
The War Demon Squad beneath the Dread Emperor's high platform instantly charged forward, completely regardless of whether there were allies in front.
They slaughtered their way forward.
The Dread Emperor's main squad was left exposed.
Kikyo sat on a white horse, watched the War Demon Squad, and turned her head to say, "Next, it's our turn to appear, Inuyasha."
"Hmm!"
Inuyasha shouted, "My Iron-Reaver is already eager!"
...
Kikyo had been holding back before, wary of the War Demon Squad next to the Dread Emperor.
With those people dragging her down, paired with the Dread Emperor's lurking presence nearby, she couldn't be sure of victory, but now the War Demon Squad had been dispatched by the Dread Emperor to confront the Seven Nations Allied Forces.
She separated from Inuyasha, letting him join the human allies to hold back the War Demon Squad.
Kikyo, anwhile, rode alone towards the Dread Emperor's high platform, challenging him to a duel to the death.
"Inuyasha, be careful!"
"Hmm, leave it to ."
Inuyasha drew the Iron-Reaver from his waist, recited its na, and the blade expanded from a katana to a great sword.
Snow-white fur lightly fluttered in the wind.
Inuyasha ran barefoot into the ranks of the human armies, quickly disappearing without a trace.
Among such a massive and dense army, one person seed so insignificant.
Kikyo did not hesitate either, flicking the reins, her white horse galloped downward.
Her direction was clear, heading for the weak area with fewer engagents.
Through there, she could head straight for the base of the Dread Emperor's high platform.
Now it was a race against ti.
She couldn't reveal her identity as an Angel Envoy too early, lest the Dread Emperor beco alert and redirect the War Demon Squad towards her, which would complicate things.
The sounds of battle echoed in her ears, making the air feel chaotic.
Kikyo proceeded along the path she saw from above.
At this mont, a grand flag caught the Dread Emperor's attention.
It was the Royal Banner of Milante.
An eagle, vividly lifelike, seed to soar across the flag's surface.
The Dread Emperor's eyes narrowed, even from far across the distance, he could see Milante appearing at the top right side of the canyon.
A small black silhouette.
"Milante!"
The Dread Emperor gnashed his teeth, the killing intent surged within him, for a mont he considered charging forward himself.
But he held back the thought; after all, he was the undefeated Dread Emperor.
This ti, he would win again.
Human armies were insignificant before the War Demon Squad.
All he had to do, as usual, was sit on the throne, awaiting Milante's kneeling before him, along with the Seven Nations Allied Forces.
"I will win to the end!"
"Ha, ha."
Milante couldn't hear the Dread Emperor's words from afar; even the noise below seed distant to him.
He didn't charge further down but stood here, trying to maintain his posture at the high ground.
The wound in his waist wasn't very serious initially.
But Milante hadn't had the chance to treat it, nor could he let anyone handle it; now, his injury would affect the army's morale.
He could only sit on horseback, watching the battlefield below.
The War Demon Squad continued tearing through Kusha's ranks without engaging the Seven Nations Allied Forces.
Kikyo and Inuyasha had vanished from sight entirely.
Too many people.
Will he win this ti?
Milante lifted his head, staring at the distant high platform, as long as that flag didn't fall, he couldn't fall either.
"Ailian, you shouldn't stay by my side either."
"Milante!"
Known for her love of war, Ailian couldn't help but shed tears at this mont, completely uninterested in the battle below, "Let stay by your side."
Milante straightened his back, his eyes turned spirited as he said, "Ailian, win this war for , that is an order!"
Ailian heard this, tears streaming as she drew her sword, "As you command! Your Majesty! May we in the future, drink fine wine beside God's banquet table!"
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